Rocky’s Suspicious Glance
Rocky stopped suddenly on our walk home, his body tense as he barked at the shadows every now and then on the road.
“What’s up, buddy?” I asked, looking where he was staring. He sniffed the air as if trying to catch a scent.
It felt like Rocky was telling me something, but I just couldn’t figure it out. Maybe he was still getting used to the neighborhood again.
I crouched beside him, trying to reassure him.